Thursday, 4 April 2013

3. Holy Land

I would like to try on your destiny
like a cape, who doesn’t want
to try on a cape?

Who would say no—confess!—
to a retrograde holiday
in the Middle Age?

I still wake up from dreams of catapults
I still would storm a fort

Never mind the spill of boiling cauldron oil
don't fear the bubo’s ooze
or the dunking of heretics aligned with chaos

In your cape of destiny I can fly over
the rooftops the river the Styx

In your cape I can quit this Christendom

I can see all the way to the Holy Land
Burger starlets and letters down the hill

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